Chapter 3

Victim Number Three - Sofia Nardelli

Sofia Nardelli is driving home after a relaxing weekend at a spa resort with her sister and her husband. Well, not with Giovanni Nardelli, the man she married and vowed to be faithful to, but with Fabio Pastore, the man she considers to be her real husband. Giovanni is at home looking after her two sons. To Giovanni, the weekend has been sold as a girls’ trip; just Sofia and her sister having a good time alone, without any children or husbands around.

And yes, she thinks of the boys as her sons, not ‘their’ sons, because Giovanni’s DNA has nothing to do with their birth.

Poor Giovanni. He is, and has always been, a clueless and trusting cuckold; he kisses the ground she walks on, spoils her, and does absolutely anything for her. He is a good, legitimate husband and a great provider, coming from a wealthy family and holding a well-paid job as an IT manager at an international tech company. He is also a wonderful father to Matteo, 6, and Andrea, 3. Giovanni and Sofia have been married for eight years now, and she always reminds herself that she has made the perfect choice.

Sofia is not exactly the Mediterranean type, and she is a true beauty; perhaps some Irish DNA has been inherited from a distant ancestor. She is thirty-five years old, 5’7” tall, with red hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She carries a 34B cup size on narrow hips, paired with a perfect, toned ass and legs that she keeps well-trained through long, sweaty hours at the gym. After her two pregnancies, she has worked hard to remove every single trace of childbirth from her body.

Sofia met Fabio during her second year at university, and things between them clicked immediately. Fabio, two years her senior, was an economics student and the star of the university volleyball team. At 6’3” tall, with broad shoulders, lean hips, black hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile, he was the ultimate sexual fantasy for most of the female students on campus, as well as many female professors and likely a few males, too.

After a couple of dates, Sofia lost her virginity to Fabio. Since that night, she has never grown tired of being fucked by his incredible, athletic body, made all the better by his big, exceptionally manly eight-inch cock. From the very beginning, she knew he was her man. She introduced him to her family, and everyone was immediately fond of the stunning couple.

Then life split them apart. After earning his master’s degree, Fabio accepted a job abroad. They tried to maintain a long-distance relationship, but a few months later, Sofia overheard some of his friends talking in a bar. She found out that Fabio wasn’t exactly a faithful partner. He was fucking around with any woman who crossed his path, even married ones. She broke up with him immediately, but she was completely devastated, as was her family, who had truly adored Fabio and were already waiting for a diamond ring on their daughter’s finger.

It was during this period that she met Giovanni, a kind and shy guy who had a crush on her. Giovanni was as tall as Fabio, though more on the nerdy side, whereas Fabio was thoroughly athletic. He was also wealthy, as Giovanni’s family was one of the most prominent and powerful in town. Heartbroken over losing Fabio, Sofia agreed to date Giovanni, and even though she wasn’t deeply in love with him, she accepted when he proposed a few months later. To be fair, the sex wasn’t bad. Giovanni wasn’t as big or as strong as her ex-boyfriend, but he was a good, patient, caring lover who knew how to give her intense orgasms. Plus, he was good-looking, rich, and had a promising career ahead of him, so why not accept and marry him? Maybe love would come later.

A couple of months before her wedding, Fabio came back, accepting a job offer in town. It seemed he wasn’t doing particularly well on the corporate side abroad. And, perhaps he had fucked the wrong man’s wife or girlfriend and decided it was best to leave that foreign country and head back home.

As soon as he was back in town, he texted Sofia to ask her out for lunch, and she gladly accepted. That same afternoon, Sofia ended up back in bed with Fabio, fucking him as if no time had passed at all. She had never stopped loving him or craving his body.

Sofia found herself deeply struggling. Should she break up with Giovanni, call off the wedding, and start over with Fabio? Or should she choose the comfortable life Giovanni could provide and give up on the love of her life?

Sofia has always been very close to her younger sister Martina, so she opened up to her about what was happening in her life and the doubts she was struggling with, asking for advice.

“Hey sis, you know what they say,” Martina told her, half-joking and half-serious. “A woman needs a good man to pay her bills, and a hot man to fuck her relentlessly. The important thing is that they never meet. So, why do you have to choose?”

Sofia began to turn her sister’s words over in her mind, asking herself, “Why not?”

She convinced herself that this was actually great advice. Even though she felt a bit of guilt over how badly it would affect Giovanni and how much it would hurt him if he ever found out, she ran with it. She made her decision and then spoke with her family. She told them she intended to marry Giovanni, but she also wanted to keep her relationship with Fabio, the “love of her life,” as she put it to her parents. At first, her parents tried to stop her, but only weakly, mostly because they were worried and feared the social consequences. But when Sofia began reminding them how much they had always adored Fabio, what a great couple they made, how beautiful grandchildren could come from such a couple, and how beneficial it would be for everyone to have her safely married to Giovanni, they sided with her.